Chapter Eight

It was over dinner one night when they were sitting on the deck under the stars lit only by the soft colored candles, that Sky first brought up Crissy’s friend Margot. He knew of her from some casual remarks Crissy had made over the last few months, and all of a sudden he was really suddenly curious to know more about her. What did she look like? Did she have a picture. Crissy showed him one of the two of them at the beach she kept on her cellphone. He studied the picture intently with an approving smile and passed it on to Kat, meanwhile keeping up the stream of questions. How old was she? Was she going with someone? What kind of girl was she? Were they good friends? Really close friends? Did Margot know about the times they spent together? How much did she know? And what did she think of all of that?

Soon it became apparent where this questioning was going. She looked like a “party girl.” Did Margot like having a good time? Maybe she could bring her friend along next weekend? They’d love to meet her, he said with his usual boyish smile. He glanced up to Katerina as though for confirmation, but she just sat there with a tiny smile on her face, looking softer and more intimate in the dim flicker of the candlelight.

Crissy had been expecting something like this. Sky and Katerina had often brought up some of their more intimate friends in passing: swingers who came to their open sex parties and stayed for naked orgies that sometimes ran for days. While Crissy had not yet been to one of those famous sexual marathons, she knew one was being planned. She also knew that Sky was always on the lookout for new girls. Hollywood was full of them. Girls who came to California looking for the something: their big break; fun under the sun, whatever. Curious girls who would give everything (and often did) to get invited to meet the right people at one of those wild Hollywood parties they had only dreamt about back home in Cincinnati.

Crissy was hesitant, but she did agree to ask Margot if she’d like to come along. Crissy knew that Margot was burning with curiosity about the thing she had going for her with the hot millionaire. She would jump at the chance to get to see his hideaway in the hills. Getting her there would be the easy part, after that? She knew these two wanted more than to meet her friend. She knew what they would wanted. Now, how to explain it to Margot?

***

Crissy watched Sky play the role of gracious host. His eyes lit up when she introduced him to Margot. He was his usual charming self: attentive and solicitous, and the pleased look she saw as he eyed up her best friend sent an unexpected pang of jealousy through Crissy. He looked the new girl over, taking in her slender boyish figure, the soft bowl of brown hair that curved around her small face cropped in that neat Pageboy with even bangs that fringed her brow. The thin tank top and shorts she wore enhanced the skinny tomboy look, leaving bare limbs that were straight and supple, like those of a nubile adolescent. His smile broadened into that winning grin.

Margot was flattered, but somewhat taken aback by all his enthusiastic attention, especially in front of her friend. But if she felt uneasy about how Crissy might react, she was even less sure about the reaction of the other woman. But Katerina seemed quite indifferent to Sky’s obvious enthusiasm. She stepped up close to the girl, her thoughtful gaze passing up and down, coolly studying Margot’s thin body from head to toe without a word.

Margot thought Kat looked stylish and cool in her a sleeveless sweater with a high turtleneck, and light-weight summer trousers of a fine-spun twill, all in white. Tastefully applied cosmetics rendered her the high flat cheekbones and those aristocratic features even more striking. Brick red lipstick lined her full wide lips, and her slicked back hair was gleaming like her eyes. Margot admired those large eyes, eyes that regarded her with a certain clinical detachment. The older woman didn’t smile, but studied the new girl with that steady, appraising look, for a long moment, and then offered an exquisite, well-manicured hand, the fingers tipped with the same dull brick red, the wrist looped with rings of gold. Margot suddenly felt inadequate, and hated herself for it as a wave of self-consciousness washed over her. Uneasy, she looked to her friend for help, but Crissy’s face was set, her blue eyes expressionless.

Sky, ever the perfect host, a role he relished, proceeded to show the place to Margot, who was suitably impressed. The tour ended up on the lower deck with its sweeping overhang of the spacious lawns. As it was a hot summer’s day, Katerina, kicking off her sandals, suggested they relax on the deck with a round of Daiquiris. At this point Sky excused himself saying he had some work to do in his office. He would leave the three women to get acquainted.

They sat around on chaise lounges, small tables at their side, the tall frosted drinks close at hand, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the natural beauty of that lovely setting.

“It’s so peaceful here,” Margot sighed at one point, leaning back and studying the hills beyond. Each was locked in her own thoughts as they sat silently admiring the view. It was Katerina who stirred first. She stretched languidly.

“I think I’m going to get some sun,” she announced.

And with that, she stood up and calmly undid the front of her white pants, running them quickly down the lengths of her lean legs. Now they saw that the sleeveless top she wore was actually a bodyshirt, a form-hugging thin ribbed garment that was stretched to the fastening snaps tucked up between the legs. As the two girls watched her, Kat nonchalantly reached down to her crotch and fumbled with snaps, popping them open, then peeled up the bodyshirt and pulled it off, stripping her body with total indifference to her female audience of two. Since Kat wore no bra, this left her sitting in the edge of the seat cushion, naked but for a pair of beige tinted briefs, low-riding bikini panties that banded her svelte hips.

“Ah, that’s much better,” she sighed, with a liberating wiggle of the shoulders. “So much nicer, really. It’s such a lovely day. Why don’t you join me?” she asked, smiling brightly.

Margot met the other woman’s smile, but couldn’t help it when her eyes fell to those newly exposed breasts, small hard cones that hung with a bit of a sag, swaying slightly, dangling, as Kat reached over to take a sip of the Daiquiri at her side. Katerina looked up to find Margot looking at her. Margot dropped her eyes and tried a weak smile and, unsure as to what to do, exchanged glances with her friend. But Crissy merely shrugged, winked at her and nodded, as if assuring her it would be okay.

Then Crissy began to undress. The blond girl didn’t stand up, but she did slide forward, reaching for the catch at the front of her white shorts. When she saw the Margot wasn’t moving, she tried to encourage her.

“It’s okay... really, It’s absolutely private here.”

“Yeah, no one here but us girls,” Kat snickered. Margot wasn’t at all sure about the woman!

Still, by now Crissy had raised her bottom and had shoved her shorts down to her ankles, kicking them off, along with her sandals. She sat up and began undoing to the buttons down the front of the blue chambray work shirt she wore with the sleeves rolled back.

Still not totally convinced, Margot sat up and reluctantly reached down to remove her sandals. She kept her head down, watching her hands as she opened the front of her denim cut-offs. She managed to sneak a sideways glance at Crissy who by now had slipped off her shirt and was reaching back to undo the snap of her pale blue bra. Margot tried to pay no attention as Crissy freed her breasts from the sagging bra. She kept her eyes rigidly to the front as she ran the bunched shorts down her coltish legs and pulled them over her feet. By now Crissy was bare-breasted wearing nothing but her soft blue panties. She settled back on the chaise lounge and let her eyes slide closed.

Margot held back, looking round, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to her. And so she reached down with crossed arms and pulled up the hem of the tank top, lifting it up over her head and tossing it aside in one swift motion. As the flat-chested girl seldom felt the need for a bra, this left her in her pale yellow thong.

She glanced at her friend who lay motionless with eyes closed, then at Katerina who also seemed to be dozing behind her dark glasses. She was grateful that neither one was paying any attention to her as she exposed her modest breasts. She had to admit to herself that being bare-breasted on such a beautiful summer’s day was quite delicious.

What she did not know was that they were being observed. For two stories above them was a spacious bedroom window and behind the tinted plate glass Sky Elliot stood watching the three women through a pair of binoculars that were even now trained on Margot’s nubile bosom, those small pancake tits, raised disks barely discernible on that thin torso, their centers marked with small button-like nipples.

The slight girl with the curving bowl of soft brown hair, closed her eyes and let herself ease back into the sun-warmed pillows of the chaise lounge, enjoying the feel of the sun on her shoulders; the soft summer breeze as it caressed her pleasantly nude body. Sky, watching from his higher vantage point, studied the slack figure with a connoisseur’s eye: saw her settle back, noted the little wiggle of the hips as Margot shifted to get comfortable. He appraised the lines of that loose-limbed young woman, legs slightly parted, feet angled outward. Those appealing little breasts formed slight rises as she lay on her back; two gentle swells crowned with the dime-sized nipples, brown, like soft cocoa butter, and crinkled in quiet repose -- although they could well have been stimulated by their exposure to the warm moist air and the rippling tingle of the gentle breeze that occasionally teased them. His greedy gaze slid lower to her the narrow cradle of her hips, banded by a thin strap of that yellow thong she wore. His gaze went to the thong and the place where it was tucked in between those loosely parted thighs. And there his gaze dwelled, perusing what seemed to be a shadow of dusky brown pussyfur dimly visible through the thin yellow film; he felt his cock stir expectantly.

The binoculars jumped to the next figure, the slim, but perfectly proportioned body of the blond girl who lay with arms at her side, feature relaxed in dreamy repose. He traced the delicate lines of her fragile shoulders, across the ridge of the collarbone and down the smoothed front where the small mounded breasts melded back to form firm, slight rises in the bowed curve of that lithe torso, softly contoured swells that were precisely marked by girlish pink nipples. His eyes caressed those youthful thighs; bare legs that rested loosely parted in a narrow vee.

Next to her lay the familiar figure of the long-limbed Kat. And now he focused on her lanky form, the long sweeping lines of those naked flanks, breasts hard and defiant with thick fleshy nipples, set low on her sleek torso; prominent jutting hipbones spanned by the taut satiny panties, lean naked haunches and smoothened thighs that flowed into the superb contours of those gorgeous legs of hers.

While one hand held the binoculars in place, he reached down with the other, to lower the zipper of his shorts and free his swelling cock. He began slowly figuring himself, his eyes glued on the three nude women.

For the longest time no one stirred, then the Kat made her move. Crissy, resting on folded arms with her head turned towards her companion, sensed the movement and opened her eyes just in time to see Katerina get to her feet and casually drop her drawers, and step out of them, and then, with that supreme aplomb that Katerina brought off so well, nonchalantly pad across the planks to the hot tub that was built into one corner of the Redwood deck. She watched the brunette pose at the edge for just a moment, the tall nude beautiful in the afternoon sun. Then she stepped into the sunken vat.

Crissy closed her eyes and when she opened them again a few minutes later, she saw the Kat watching her from her lowered vantage point, half submerged in the warm water. Crissy raised her head expectantly.

“Come on in, it’s wooonderful!” the older woman enthused.

Kat watched the girl consider the invitation for a moment, then sit up, swung her legs down, stretched, and rose with the lissome grace of a young animal. Crissy felt gloriously free, and was quite used to parading around in her birthday suit, once she entered the private world of the secluded estate. Here she found, that with Sky and Katerina, nudity was an accepted, ordinary thing, almost a way of life that they assumed with the all the nonchalance and naturalness of long-time residents of a nudist colony. Being naked in front of them no longer bothered her. She turned to check Margot, but her girlfriend seemed to be dozing. Crissy stood up, skimmed down her panties and stepping out of them, made her way across the deck to where the brunette floated, bobbing in the bubbly water.

The pale nude made her way across the deck, lowering herself to perch on the edge of the tub for a moment, as if uncertain. Then she plunged in, bouncing and reveling in the water like a joyous water nymph. Sky Elliot watched the silent pantomime unfold before him. For awhile the two of girls stood chatting in the hot tub, then Katerina obviously said something about Margot because now both heads were turned that direction. Crissy called out and gestured, beckoning her friend to join them. He saw Margot rise up, and he waited with bated breath, hoping to see her slip off her panties. But she didn’t do that. Instead, she sauntered over to where the two of them stood with only their heads above water, treating him to her a nice view of her shifting buttocks, before squatting down to exchange a few words.

After a while, he saw Margot lower herself to sit on the edge of the tub, easing her legs down to dangle them in the water. The day was warm and pleasant. She sat with stiff arms down either side, hands gripping the edge of the tub, letting her gaze take in the surrounding hills, lush and green, the gentle swells of the rolling lawn that stretched out to recede into the tall trees sheltering the estate. The two girls looked up at her, squinting into the sun, obviously coaxing her, talking her into joining them.

Margot glanced nervously up at the window that Sky was using; he was startled to find her staring at him. He would certainly have been discovered were it not for the tinted glass. Did the girl have her suspicions? He doubted it. Now she looked back down at the wet, expectant face, the sparkling eager eyes. It was an invitation she could not refuse.

She stood up, looked around and then quickly skimmed down her thong. Then she let herself ease off the edge and into the enfolding warmth of the gentle water, idly wondering why it was so deliciously different to go in skinny dipping than it was to go in wearing a swimsuit. She let herself sink in till the water came up over her breasts, and she bobbed and weaved in place, bouncing lightly on her toes.

Katerina stood just inches away. She seemed youthful and happy with her eager wet face and the dark strands of hair plastered wetly to her head. Crissy’s face was also animated, flushed and excited, her blond hair had darkened and it hung in lank tresses, dripping down her forehead. Margot found herself laughing, sinking deeper into the tub, luxuriating in the gentle rising warmth, the sensual feel of the churning bubbles that rippled up along her body. She felt an intimacy with these women, an intimacy in this sharing of the tub, a brief intimacy that was broken at the sound of his voice.

“What a picture! Smile, girls!”

Three wet faces turned to look up, blinking, squinting into the sun, to see Sky Elliot, barefoot, in T-shirt and shorts, his figure outlined against the bright sky. He had approached them unnoticed, and now stood looking down at them, a digital camera held up to his eye.

Margot immediately ducked, squatting down in the tub so that the water came up over her breasts. But the other two made no such gesture toward modesty. Crissy seemed amused, But Margot noticed that she did cross her arms, partially shielding her breasts. The Kat, on the other hand, just stood there with breasts boldly exposed, regarding him with hands on hips like he was a mischievous little boy.

“Is this a private party, or can I join you?” he asked, grinning broadly.

“Always room for one more, lover,” Katerina relented good naturedly, even as he stripped off his T-shirt and with complete indifference, dropped his shorts. He let the women admire his fit, lightly-tanned body, as he casually stepped out of the fallen shorts, and stood at the edge of the tub, his semi-hard manhood, hanging heavy and swollen -- evidence of the rising desire inflamed in the man by coming upon the three naked girls together in the tub. Now he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the tub as Margot had done, his cock swelling into full prominence between his open knees, erecting even as Margot watched fascinated, then turned quickly away so as not to be caught staring.

He brought one leg, folding the knee up to clasp an ankle and rest his heel on the edge of the tub. And he sat there with that prominent erection, chatting with them, totally at ease, while Margot edged to place her back against the curving side of the tub, and watched the other two bob around in front of the man, floating closer, backing off, but always held within the narrow radius of the tousled-haired blond who, sun-drenched and relaxed, smiled down on them like a benevolent Greek god.

They bobbed in the water, Margot looking at the scenery -- anywhere, but at the handsome blond man who posed naked on the edge of the tub, his aroused cock so blatantly ready. Katerina maneuvered over to put an arm around Crissy, and brought her head to the other girl’s to whisper something in her ear. The blond head nodded its agreement. With a final conspiratorial squeeze they parted and made their way purposefully toward the seated male. Wide-eyed, Margot watched the two of them approach him. While Crissy clung to one knee, Kat pushed the other leg further open, so she could reach up and lay a wet hand on his turgid cock.

Sky closed his eyes against the delightful feel of that slender wet hand that gripped him and tightened with surprising urgency. He let out a shuddering moan as he felt the touch of a second hand that was now came up to softly cradle his balls. He fell back onto his elbows and threw his head back as the two girls played with him, wet feminine hands tracing the outline of his cock, lightly caressing prick and balls, skillfully manipulating his masculine equipment until he was driven half mad. Weakly, he opened his eyes to look down just in time to see the water-soaked Kat bend his aching cock toward her lips, kiss it and then, smiling brightly, offer it to her companion.

Crissy stepped up onto the raised ledge at the bottom of the tub, and this gave her just enough height that she could take the proffered prick in her mouth, and go down on him, which she now proceeded to do... with enthusiasm. He watched her small head bobbing vigorously between his widespread legs, blond hair plastered wetly to her skull and slopping down in ropy strands down to spill across her naked shoulders. And if he strained up he could just see over the edge to where her tempting breasts hung like voluptuous little pendants, wet and gleaming, nipples erected. Like swaying pouches, they hung under her bowed torso, poised just above the surface of the water. He placed a hand on a softly rounded shoulder.

He let his eyes close and settled back on his elbows to savor the exquisite feel of that tight ring she made with her lips as they slid up and down on his cock. They watched Crissy's head bob up and down, paying mindless, slavish tribute to his manhood. The rise of creamy pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, and he tightened every fiber in his body to prevent that from happening, as a tight-lipped grunt escaped his clenched jaws. Crissy sensing he was near, slowed herself down, taking him now in long deep strokes, two or three times, drawing on his throbbing cock till she drove him to the very edge of orgiastic delight and expertly held him pinned there, on the edge. Sky moaned.

Then she lifted her head to look up at his face as she extracted his gleaming cock. She renewed her grip on him, curling her fingers around the swollen shaft, edging closer and extending her tongue to very slowly licked the bulbous head, slithering it wetly around the sensitive flesh just below the ring of the crown. An incredible stab of ecstatic pleasure shot through his taut body and the man cried out as the building power in his loins quickly erupted into a massive climax that obliterated everything in a single blinding thrill.

***

After that mind-bending blowjob, he had joined the girls in the hot tub, plunging in with a holler and grabbing for Crissy as though bent on revenge. Crissy giggled and shrieked as he hauled her in, and Katerina charged to the rescue in a resulting fray that included a lot of tickling and groping in the churning water. Margot edged back, watching from the furious action sidelines with a bright rather forced smile, backing off as the frisky water play turned into a wild melee, that soon drove her from the tub.

Somewhat nervously, Margot hauled herself up out of the tub started hurriedly toweling herself off. Averting her eyes, she retrieved her discarded panties and hastily slipped them on. Then she took a seat, and from her safer distance, watched the giggling, laughing group in the tub.

In a few minutes Sky, bounded out of the tub. He didn’t bother drying himself, just stood there with water streaming down his healthy tanned body as he snatched up the camera so he could get a few shots of the two girls as they hoisted themselves up over the edge, and stood flushed and breathless, dripping on the deck and reaching for towels to dry off.

Now he wanted them to pose for him, and although Margot was still a little shy, although she was rapidly losing whatever inhibitions she had had. The sight of these three parading around in the buff as though it were the most natural thing in the world made her feel a little silly to refuse to go along. And so she once more removed her panties at their urging, and allowed herself to be persuaded to join the group as Sky shouting and gesturing like an enthusiastic film director, had them stand hip to hip, their arms slung around each others’ waists, in a comradely fashion, like three sisters, out on a lark, mugging for the camera.

The girl on the left, a bright and pretty blonde, regarded the camera with intelligent blue eyes and a thin crease of a smile. She smoothed back her still wet hair which hung, damp and disheveled after her recent dunking -- streaks of golden tresses, with wet ends kissing her naked shoulders. The breasts she offered were neatly curved, two taut mounds that jiggled in a frisky play when she wiggled her shoulders for the camera. She had turned her left leg towards the camera and raised her heel in that classic bathing beauty’s pose, and this had the unintended(?) effect of partially shielding the pale down of her modest sex.

The impressively tall girl standing between the other two, made no such maidenly attempt to hide her richly-fleeced, blatantly exposed pussy. On the contrary. She stood with those long magnificent legs slightly parted, bare feet planted firmly in a widened stance. The black triangle marking her mounded sex was still damp, defiantly evident, the wet hair glistening in the sun. Her breasts hung succulently; dark nipples, brash and proud. And she regarded the camera with that look of bold defiance, as if her coal black eyes dared the camera to return her stare. But the camera did not take offense, for it loved those features: the raw-boned lines of that gaunt face, with its high cheekbones and tapering jaw, the wide lips, set and unsmiling, and the shiny black hair that framed it all, still damp and clinging to head and shoulders.

Beside her, the shorter, slight figure of the tomboyish girl with the crop of soft brown hair, her eyes lowered just a shade so that she wasn’t looking directly back into the inquiring camera. A small tentative smile played across her lips. At first, her limber body was bowed slightly, hip touching the brunette’s although she seemed to be leaning away from the center. She was now pulled in by the arm that draped her huddled shoulders and held closer, in a loose protective embrace. Her delicate breasts were pale, supple white disks that contrasted against the darker tan of the nubile chest. Skimpier than the blonde’s neat little mounds; the breasts she sported were slightly raised circles, barely visible on that nubile chest, -- the neat little nipples marking their centers. The pristine lines of her almost hipless body and those straight coltish legs, gave her an innocence that was not found in either of her sisterly companions. A wispy tuft of brown hair marked a small vulva that was modestly tucked between her tightly pressed legs.

Inspired by this picture (he called it “The Three Graces”) Sky had them line up for another. This time, it was to be a view from behind: the three girls standing up against the railing overlooking the lawn. Arms still wrapped around each other, he had them turn to over their shoulders, smiling at the camera, like a trio of happy nudists.

But it was the next picture that proved to be his favorite. For that one, he stayed in place behind them, but now had the three of them lean down resting their elbows on the railing, -- and squarely presenting three feminine bottoms to the camera. The resulting photo invited the inevitable comparisons: Crissy’s infinitely caressable ass, that neatly rounded bottom upturned, those perfectly symmetrical twin domes; Margot’s tight boyish butt -- small, hard rear-cheeks that positively invited a good crisp smack; and Kat’s sloping elongated rear mounds, two sleek ovals that formed narrow contours in a long streamlined form that tapered from hips to toes in a taut line.

The final picture had the girls back on the chaise lounges, this time lined up in a row, each resting on her belly.

Crissy lay with eyes closed, her face pillowed on her folded arms. The camera took in the spilled blond hair that feel over her neck, the shallow curve of her willowy back. It paused to adore the pleasing shape of her cute buttocks, so pert and neatly rounded, before passing on to follow the lines of slim but shapely legs that lay closed, pressed together in a straight line, ankles touching, feet straightened, toes pointed down towards the bottom of the pillow.

Then the camera’s insatiable eye went on to caress the slender elongated form next to her: the streamlined shape of the long brunette, like a svelte greyhound, with those sleek flanks and long haunches, legs loosely parted, and the smoothened domes of a buttocks that was tight and narrow.

Finally, the camera came to rest to Margot, who like Crissy, lay with her head cradled on folded arms. Her short hair had fallen forward, splitting to lay bare the nape of the neck, and the slight shoulders. The camera glided down the slight, slender figure, lithe as a bow, neatly symmetrical and altogether pleasing to the eye. Margot’s nude body was lightly tanned all over, except where the ghost of a thong left a thin pale strip across her back, curving into her rear crack. Sky contemplated that appealing little behind through the viewfinder, and he felt the first unmistakable stirrings of renewed desire.